"I know." Larz walked to his human and, for one awful moment, was not sure his legs would hold him.
He flashed a fang in satisfaction when her eyes widened. The last time he stood in front of her, she'd been taller than him. He enjoyed towering over her now. "I will not call you breeder," he told her.
He might have claimed her to save her life, but he wouldn't ever honor her with that title.
Marcie moved as if she wanted to step back and then checked herself. He didn't think she had it in her to back down.
She lifted her chin at him. "News flash, creep, I don't want to be claimed by any of you alien freaks." She sneered at his lower body. "And put some clothes on. You'll make me go blind with that ugly little thing."
"You will not refuse my claim."
"Oh, yes, I will." She snapped her fingers. "Didn't you hear me? Put some clothes on freak."